◜ . bean juice ┊ making coffee... sorta . ◞

[Owlie]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]The air got warm, and an aura arrived before he did, a nice, pleasant sun cheering everyone on and trying to make them happy. The air picked up and swirled, dust and debris forming into a vague lion shape, until a cloudy, blue beast formed.

Anakin never had coffee in his living life. Much less knew what it was. He just... never encountered it. Anakin was also a naturalist in his adult life. He never let his kids have other foods, only raw meats. He could remember having arguements about his parenting- and then Henry Jekyll crossed his mind, and there was a noticeable sneer on Anakin’s face. What they didn’t understand was that young lions had to eat tough meat to strengthen their teeth.

That was in the past now, didn’t matter. He approached the coffee, giving an unneeded sniff and looking at the fellow lion. Anakin’s tail raised slightly, his attention drawn and defenses going back up.
Doesn’t matter. Territory doesn’t matter. Instinct doesn’t matter.
He let go of a breath and lowered his defenses again.

"Hello everyone."

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